They take their cinnamon rolls (or kanelsnegle) pretty seriously in Copenhagen, and most people seem to agree that some of the tastiest ones can be found at Skt. Peders Bageri.
I just ate one, and yeah — that makes sense. It’s amazing.
I recently tried some pretty bizarre stuff at McDonald’s in India, but somehow, I think the salad I tasted in Denmark was the most un-McDonald’s-like thing that I’ve ever had.
I’ve mentioned before that once you start going to a lot of big, old European churches, they all start to blend together a little bit.
There are exceptions, however. One of those exceptions: St. Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest. It’s an absolutely amazing building.
Kürtös Ételbár is interesting; it’s a tiny little hole-in-the-wall take-out joint (they do, however, have a handful of tables if you want to eat in the restaurant). It also just happens to be connected to (and share a kitchen with) Rosenstein Vendéglő, a much fancier, acclaimed restaurant that serves traditional Hungarian fare.
Which means you can get an affordable lunch from a kitchen that really knows their stuff. It’s a great deal.
I had sausages a couple of times in Prague, and they were both okay (well, one was mediocre and one was pretty good, so they average out to okay), but neither were the mind-blowing sausage experience that you’d hope for from a place that really knows their sausages.
It may not have happened in Prague, but I just had that experience in Budapest.